Luyện nghe bài hát Rushing Elephants

Yo, yo, yo, what up kid? Yo, these is back, son
I'm telling you, spit that, done it
I seen it like a Zenith man, you hear me
up, man, y'all know what it is
It's on again man, for man, Top Gun, what what?

Aiyyo, we came through like elephants
The new Range is supercharged, I intelligent
to the formula, Lord, hard grammar
This is God school, make the lobby ain't jammed up

swords, T-Rexes, Bibles of rhymes
We in the lunchroom, and veggies for breakfast
Polo campus, sicker lances, the
Hundred dollar kick niggas, that be showing you steps

to the dormitory, where niggas
Broke my forearm and index finger, now you write
holding my flag, it's all engraved in my blade
So I wave it, you gon' say Rae mad

Now '28 Days Later', now Wu's up, do something, you can't
It's blood in my eye, I get amped
To rip something down, The Billboard is back
So when you see me, you say he gets down

From to DNA, I move with my brother
And we resonate, that shifts in colors
Bringing MCs punishment, then I'm done it
The leave way on the fast break, I run with it

It was not a hobby but a passion
That had in the lobby and was quickly fashioned
Every to line, bar for bar is clockwork
Hazardous and powerful to have your block hurt

the total amount of MCs inflicted
With torture, from with work that's restricted
We criticize producers they joints are right
Then the track with pinpoints of light

Hitting them well concealed firing positions
With explosiveness that'll the deaf listen
Drastic, pyroclastic, connected the same old
Down the dangerous slopes of an volcano

Blitz like the Green Bay Packers, like the linebackers
with niggas like redneck crackers
Strangle cold bottles of Beck's like a vexed
Duck low behind the car, my tech

Neck burning from eight of sunlight
Absorbed, in the Big Pun like
Lord of the Wu-Tang sword, know that means?
Like J.R. Tolkien, the 'Lord of the Rings'

This is my man, Chef, auto, like Grand Theft
The 18th letter, followed by the of Zorro
Plus A, not for but I pack an apple
Shorty try to buck back and me off the saddle

Caramel, pecan, sundae,
Plump breasts, was filled with
Her big booty cousin, Nadine
Get you on the floor, whore tried to team

Is he still that Is he in the hood like that?
Is he really strapped? Will he split yo' shit?
I you said he rap? Pull up in the yard, ten sets
He ain't flexing, microphone ripping, heat

Who Rope-a-dope his black Lotus
Can't quote this, with the sword tongue
Duck when the axe is swinging, Apache drum
Horse kicking his thoughts, he won't quit

Can't tell 'em nothing, he grown, give the man
Space was demanded, banging through the speaker
Voice, heat missile, guided at the listener
Swing to the gospel, catch up and wet at the
Unstoppable, of my flow, optional
To the ear depending on the of air, the crowd's in